Hunter — текст песни (The Church)

A silver lamp-lit sign
Flashes in the rain
Inside the taxi
That takes me to my plane
And the party`s over
With a head that throbs
It`s none of my business you see
I`m just doing my job


I`m gonna track you down
I`m gonna catch your scent
I`m gonna spring your trap
I`m gonna track you down


You were last seen leaving Tony`s Bar
With a dark suspicious man
And some intoxicated woman
`Cause your wife doesn`t understand
A carnation in your buttonhole
Greed inside your veins
Smooth threats and promises
Hotel rooms and chains


Closing in that snow and musk
Leave you high and dry
First you`re gonna see her
Then you`re gonna cry